A few more days.
Just a few more days. I suck in a deep breath, relishing in the harsh sent of the cold air mostly coming from the aircon in this huge boutique as i watch Kyle convers with the sales lady a little distance away from where i am sited.
He has a vibrant smile on his face, brown hair curling down his eyes as he bends down and whispers something into her ear in a flirty motion and by
The aroma wafting through the air and around the entire house is heavenly. I can feel my stomach grumble in anticipation for the meal we are about to consume. Placing my phone on speaker, i drop it by the kitchen counter as i watch Caroline work her way through the cooker and try to dice a few onions myself while listening to Ali's chirpy voice coming from my phone."It was crazy!" She exclaimed, I can pretty much imagine her throwing her hands up while making a fuse about something that's supposed to be simple. "I mean come on! I know i fucked him at the
The feeling inside my chest is like demolition, a shattering feeling that cages my chest as my breathing hitches. I feel hot all over and not in a good way in the slightest. Without pausing for a second to think, I slam the door right back in the faces of the two fake smiles directed at me with much more force than i opened it.Fuming, I turn around with so much force it's like my neck would snap to meet another two pairs of eyes staring watchfully at me, one panicked and one without quite the concentration."What- the - actual- fuck!" I take huge steps towards the people I've known to be my family, "Can someone tell me what the fuck Andrew and that'thing'are doing in front of the door?"I watch Kyle swallow hard and murmur something i can't hear under his breath. Caroline on the other hand looks composed, and with a sigh she takes a step forward, grabs my hand
Disaster.The entire thing is a disaster!The tension swimming through the air is so much it feels stuffy in this airconditioned dinning room. I swallow down a big chunk of Caroline's signature apple pie thanking the clouds that dinner is almost over while focusing all my attention on my meal so as to not accidently catch any of their gazes that I know are burning down on me.The lucky part is that no one has said a single word and I'm hoping it would stay that way till they are up and out of here.... But no Caroline being the sweet soul she is and sometimes annoying character of trying to fix everything goes ahead and speaks up, directing her question to the unwanted couple."So, how was the wedding?"It is quite obvious she doesn't really care how the wedding went, neither do I or Kyle but she is just trying to make light conversation, that I most definitely do not appreciate."Fabulous." Andrew comments with a
Slowly she takes down the phone from her ear and tucks it into her small purse hanging down her shoulder without retracting her gaze from mine. Her gaze burns even from the distance and so does mine.Something in me tells me to walk away but I've been holding up these pent up emotions for quite too long, I need a vessel to pour it all out on and I just found the perfect sample, so without thinking, I match towards her and stop when I'm standing on eye level with her."So this has been your game all along huh? I always knew you were shady but I didn't think it was this terrible." I scoff.... To think I had already started to doubt my intuition about her, to think that I actually believed for even a fraction of a second that she did truly love Andrew.She doesn't say anything, just stares at me looking bored yet very much composed. 'Of course it does
The worst torture that teenagers could subject themselves to is dwelling deep into their thoughts. It eats you up, chews you slow and swallows you whole till all you want left is to blow up into limbo and disappear from the world. From all the pain, the headache, the heartaches, the confusion, the frustration, you just want to let it go.But right now I'm not sure of what I want anymore.... I don't think I ever did.With the words of my long time childhood friend dancing around my ears and the memory of a few minutes ago replaying in my memory over and over again, I finally decide to stop trying to get comfortable on my bed because sleep is the last thing that could happen right now.It was the depth that I saw in his soul through the mirror of his eyes, the transparency and fraction of ache that clouded his facial features when he spilled out those words. Not a vent of anger but one of frustration.'I'm fucking in love with you.'
Being the center of attention isn't something I have always enjoyed. As a matter of fact I never truly had to deal with situations like this but when you're friends with someone as crazy as Alice it steadily starts to creep into your life, especially in high school.Thank the heavens that shit is about to be over really soon.But what I'm not sure is going to be over soon is having to pretend to be a happy celebrant in an oxygen congested atmosphere filled with nothing but booze and booze and more booze.Wasted teenagers whom I didn't know existed up until this day owning the place, screaming at the top of their lungs while playing bear pong, Edward forty hands and wiggling their boney asses in the air and above the table while the horny opposite genders cheer and bath their behind with colorful liquid to create better effect, coupled with the occasional "happy birthday Lex." Whenever they walk pass me.I force a smile at the d
At first I have no idea where I'm driving to, but when I remember the advance birthday gift I got about two months back, I backtrack.The roar of the engine comes to a stop and I'm greeted with the evening tempo of the chirping birds followed by the hurdles of passing vehicles behind me. With a deep sigh, I climb out of Alice's car and look up the hill ahead of me. The scenery is beautiful, quite tiresome climbing all the way but by the time I've reached the very edge, breathing a little rougher than normal and letting the heavy but yet relaxing sound of the waterfall drown my thoughts, I sit on the ground and let the imagery captivate all of me.The night natural light illuminating from the sky is already creating a vintage of mass beauty but as a human with a regular functioning mind, my conscious inner sec
The ticking of the wall clock that hangs opposite from me on that vacant wall is the only source of distraction I have to shut out the prudent voices nagging at the back of my head and also from the background environment. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply the smell of fresh tobacco and cigarette that has managed to toxify the oxygen in the room, only to cough out a whole lot of smoke that has found their way right through my nostrils and into my lungs. Lifting up my head, I am met with the snarling face and angry dark eyes of my kidnapper and I know what comes next. The bulky man with a snake tattoo on his right bicep marches forward to me, the usual snarl printed on his face, hands secured around the rifle that hangs loosely with a strap on his waist, and his footsteps loud enough to possibly alert anyone passing by that his prey is about to know hell. And I am that prey.With a swift motion, he pulls out his weapon and s
Violet.The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.A smirk forms on my lips.I feel sexy.Utterly and undeniably damn snatching!I have to say, Mother Nature truly did a fine job on me over the years. I've become thicker in the busts and thighs but unfortunately my behind has sworn to it's creator that it would never, under any circumstance increase by a swell. I cringe as I turn around examining the size of my bottom in the mirror.Fundging stubborn ingrate!With a little sigh I take a sit at
"Dance with me." Kyle says to me.It's not a question, it's a polite order. I have no objections, I can't even if I wanted to. He has me entirely transfixed and compelled with his touch and the depths of his stare. Just as he circles both his hands around my waist and invades my personal space till we're both sharing the same oxygen, I wrap my tiny arms around his neck and dig my nails into his over grown hair. "Did I forget to tell you that you look delicious?" I say to which he lifts a brow up at me while chewing on his lower lip. "Like I could eat you."The sound of his chuckles causes a minimal grumble in my belly....or maybe it's just in my head. But then he drops his voice in that deep masculine melody of an English accent "can't deny I'd love that."My cheeks hit up at his words, knowing the meaning doesn't represent one of innocence at all. I bury my head on his chest and just let him cocoon me in his embrace while I listen to the the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and we danc
I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears. How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely? We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves. He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of. And he says I'm the dramatic one. Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet
"Lexa!" The moment I step past the front door, I haven't even found my way completely inside the house when Caroline ambushes me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Oh, here goes..." I awkwardly wrap my hands around her back trying not to give out the fact that she's literally restricting me of oxygen. She pulls away slightly then pinches both my cheeks with both of her index and tomb fingers. "How are you feeling tiger?" "Alive." I say baldly and she doesn't seem satisfied with my response. "I have some aspirin in the top shelf if you're in any pain, and I can ask the girls to draw you a hot tub, I'm sure you must be exhu..."
"Surprise?" I say with a small smile on my face as I make my way towards Kyle who stands by the passenger door of his red Porsche, looking all glamorous and clean in a white turtleneck long sleeve and green army pants matched with his huge pair of Dior leather foot destroyers as I like to call them. He pulls himself up and a little smile brushes across his pink plum lips as I close in on him. His eyes are being shaded by the big ray-bans he has on and although he has on a clean haircut, gone is the disturbing piece of white fabric that were guarded around his head about two weeks ago, he didn't trim the front which gives the blowing wind an advantage to dance with his hair. "So," I say stopping directly in front of him. "What's the surprise?" "Me?" He asks, cocking his head to the left a little in the goofy way in whic
Taking the first step by the entrance, my eyes immediately shoot up to the welcoming calligraphy full of glittery colors that reads 'Katie's sweets' by the top of the building and I let out a satisfied sigh, along with a brief smile that takes over my facial features. Redirecting my attention to the entrance, I walk up the narrow stairs and feel my brows crease when I notice that, unlike the last time I was here, the seal on the entrance door has been removed and the lock is hanging loosely by the hook. That makes my frown grow deeper and next thing I'm walking faster to see what's happening on the inside. The place is dark I would probably trip and fall if it isn't for the provision of midday light illuminating rather dimly into the open space by the extended half-glass walls on the other end of the bakery. My nose scrunches up a bit when I in
"He hasn't said much." I say sipping into the straw of my already almost empty smoothie cup while taking a stroll on the busy park of Granville. "I think he's still a bit traumatized." The dark skinned man beside me speaks up, equally sipping on his own cup of coffee as we walk side to side, stopping for a while by a bench and we watch for a moment. A young mother helping her kids down the slide as they giggle in so much excitement, screaming something about going again and again. She has a vibrantly contagious smile on her face it's like her lips are begging to be split in two judging by the wideness of her grin. The scenery strikes a warm feeling in my heart and I can't seem to take my eyes off them. "I mean...." I suck harder into the straw which supposedly is now making obvious noises to alert me that
My eyes twitch, the blur goes on for a few seconds and when I think I can finally fully open my lids, I welcome my vision with the sight of blinding florescent lights only to shut my eyes back. My head hurts. It feels like I've been run over by a truck when I start to feel the pain stretch from my head down to my arms, back and every bit of my limbs. "Fuck!" unconsciously the word falls out of my lips and I try to pull myself up only to get held down by a callused hand. slowly I reopen my eyes and try to adjust to the light, then I turn, my gaze resting on the huge chocolate brown hand resting gently on my arm. My gaze shifts, slowly trailing the face of the hand that rests on mine and my eyes are met with the dark ones of my father. It feels like compulsion but for some reason I can't seem to tear my gaze from his. I search his eyes and what I see in them makes my heart skip a little faster than it
Slowly and steady the clock ticks. Over and over again it goes, singing a steady rhythm to my ears it becomes almost like hypnosis. The only thing I have been able to focus on the entire forty-six hours I've been here. Twenty-two hours since I made that call to Kyle, an entire hour of physical torture from the aggravated cultists that decided to use me for boxing practice, and this time he was not interrupted, not by anyone and definitely not by the blonde dude..... this time he seemed to actually be enjoying it. I sit here by the corner of a wall, all beaten up and feeling useless, hoping dearly with every ticking of the clock that someone would show up to save me. But as the ticking stretched longer and longer by the second, my hopes began shutting down in correspondence to my eyelids.